By the grace of God, I do not rest at all

"Oh, I know I could use my phone," Kate said with a small laugh as the other asked about the notebook, "But I'm still getting used to the technology so I still like to write things down every now and again. Keeps me from feeling too overwhelmed, you know?"

"I see people use diary apps, nowadays. But I keep my own diaries, too, I... Did." They're back in Mystic Falls, gathering dust in his untouched room, to which he broods over with a stern frown set on his heavy brows. "Still to find a feather good enough for the diary I bought here. Where, did you say you were from, again?" Stefan feels a hint of familiarity surrounding her, but he's not sure why. Have they met, has he written about it, somewhere in his collection of lost diaries?

"Is that my heart you're referring to? You don't think you'll get away with that for a third time, do you?" Enzo asked. He still had no idea what the other remembered but Enzo remembered everything and he wasn't going to let him get away with it, "I'm sure I can find other forms of entertainment. Your spiralling for one."

"Luckily, I didn't come here to be your entertainment." Stefan solemnly scanned the inhabitants of the club again, something ticking inside his head - something that wasn't Enzo's voice. "But uh, no. Maybe I'll save that spectacle for when Damon shows up. Surprise, you're part of his Welcome to Naporia package, the final act." Spiralling is one word for what's happening here. A pause. "What do you mean, a third time?" The penny dropped harder than - no, he can't say that about a Mikaelson. They're not synced.

"You look troubled, Salvatore," Enzo said with a smug smirk as he sat down next to him at the bar, "Is the ripper hungry?" he asked, teasing and winding up the other with nothing but ill intentions.

"Funny, y e a h. Actually, I was just thinking about trying a disease riddled heart, to see if it gave some extra kick." Stefan jabs back, brows raising finally to see how it lands - just how much Damon shared about the consumption. "Not as uh, troubled as you, I'd estimate you're pretty lonely around here without my brother to bother, huh?"

"Popular is one word for it. Another I'd use is infested." Stefan quips in return, half-joking, half-serious. He nods, though, taking lead of the inquisitive nature of the interaction. "So which side of the island do you hail from? You should visit our pizzeria here, nearby. It's open til six, and not to rub my own lamp, but it's the best Italian cuisine you'll ever taste. Recipes, over hundreds of years old. There's a reason pizza survived." And he didn't survive. But that's no way to formally introduce yourself at a bar.

Stefan was wildly surprised at the offer, but he wasn't going to reject something that was free, and helped him stave off some more of his building blood-lust. "Thanks." Stefan emptied the remainder of his bourbon from his glass in one swallow, and his brows raised at her. He can already sense it. "I've never seen you at this bar before." And he comes here often. "You new in town?"

"Sorry, did you, uh, say something?" He can feel the pressure in the air between them. "Sorry. Music's a little loud, for my liking." Stoic and unmoving, Stefan airs some of the pressure by taking a short drink, pursing his lips as he moves the glass to sit on the bar once more.

“hey, look. it’s you,” mj says, a proud grin on her lips as she flips her sketchbook to show off her best interpretation of her newest miserable muse. a spitting image if she does say so herself. “hope you don’t mind. your misery inspired me.” she chuckles as she returns the sketchbook back into the safety of her lap. it seems this island has no shortage of people in crisis. “you can have it. if you want.”

Stefan would find this funny on any other typical Tuesday, but right now he was caught up in a short brooding session that had him very off guard. Finding himself the target of someone's artistry was the least of his expectations, but he tries to give her a small smile anyway. "No, it's alright. You can name that one, the Somber Salvatore. Thanks, it's pretty good."

"Yeah, I kinda felt the same way. Hey, it's not all that bad." Stefan decides to offer a kind assurance, although she might find it near impossible to process at the moment. "It's a chance at a new start, a new life. But it depends who you left behind, I suppose. That doesn't mean you'll never meet anyone you know again. I've met a few people from my home-town who've been here longer than I have." Typically a man of few words, Stefan allows the sweeping of the shore to take the lead from there, allowing the meaning of his words to land however she catches them. "What evil did you defeat? I was working on my brother..."

"My name's Stefan. We're uh, on some island - none of us seem to know how we got here." Hopefully he doesn't give off threatening vibes, now he's on a come-down. "I'm not armed." But he's fanged!

As tragic as it is, Stefan's fate was very much the same. Minus the whole, having family to call on that wouldn't find an ounce of resentment in helping him part. "Realm?" That was Stefan's first clue that this wasn't the first... Peculiar thing to have happened to her. But he didn't know anything yet, by the mere mention of magic, he could only assume she was a witch. "Where is home for you? Where'd you come from?" Stefan doesn't want to give her false hope that he could offer a solution, so he adds. "I'm stuck here too."

Bonnie was getting happier with her life, and the fact she could have it with Enzo once again. She had decided to walk around an area that she didn't work or live in, she smiled at the scenery and was enjoying her day. Bonne let out a small breath and looked across the street from her and stopped what she was doing "Stefan?"

She didn't disappear when a car passed between the two sides of the street, so he jogged his way over to see her, the second person he's seen from Mystic Falls since arriving to the Island. She looked w e l l, happy. Stefan couldn't hope for better for her than that, really. "Bonnie? When did you get here? Where did... What happened to you?" Stefan was especially eager to know he's not fully alone in this mess, her company immediately well met.

Of course, that's not the sort of thing he just drops into normal conversation, he instead smiles at the ground, as if he dropped those thoughts metaphorically and physically, and tucked his hands into his pockets before looking up again. "I uh, I guess I never officially had a coming out thing? Event, my friends all sort of just knew, so if you have any suggestions of where I should hit up during the afterparty - I'd love to hear them. Is there a, bar happening anywhere? Maybe a few?"

"Something like that, but uh... Bram Stoker got a lot wrong about us." Stefan has to smile, his literature affinity peeking through the shadowed eyes of the vampire. "Tell me about it, I've met people from all across history and... Uh, time, all packed up onto this little island. Nothing surprised me back home, but nothing surprises me here anymore, either. No, we.. My brother and I," Stefan bravely lifts a hand to show his day walker ring. "We have the ability to walk in the sunlight, unlike any other vampire. Those without these rings, still burn to a crisp, so I'm glad it came here with me. It's enchanted."

Stefan agrees, minding the crumbs that were falling onto his lap from the cookie. "I'd never say no to a peanut butter cookie. Elena introduced me to Reese's..." Even a vampire can find the time to lose himself in modern delicacies. "Ever tried a pumpkin spice cookie? We made some of those last Halloween."

Stefan begins, opting for honesty, though there's a twitch beneath his eye that wonders if it was the right thing to do. "Lived up until the twenty first century, and... Life was finally coming together." In a way that only the life of a Salvatore could. "I didn't die before I came here. I just got home, actually, I went to sleep and woke up on the shore. About two weeks ago. I won't be in any of your history books, but someone who looks like me might."